The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1887-11-25

othern with the pipe in his mouth is
Sy Speed, another lawyer. Tn the one
with the white linen coat on is Lum
Sparks, another lawyer. Un then
the"
The rest NV nm is the fcllers at hangs
rom Bogusses most all the time, haint
they? Do they ever get into any
fightse''
"Fights-' said Buck, coming up at
the instant. "Lots NV UNI. See that
little short Teller nth the blue flannel
shirt on? Ats Bill bikes. Theys six a
the Dikeses h-yur, IN they've all ben
sailors. Yes sir! by gum, they've gut
anchors Tn ships, I'm sich, tattooed all
over thur arms. Haint they, Jim?'
ole Doe Daily's ben a sailor, too,
haant e. Buck? Tn Shiplcy, un Ellet,
The two Sparksez, un than three I'm
derpint fellers; UNI
..All ruther Oldish like men, too,
haint they? Tn all board oifun your
pap. don they, Buck?" And the Cos
sipin@ fiddler laughed short. rapid
little laugh that had the singular. I'M
feeling quality of being pitched at
least an octave above his ordinary key
in conversation quality that have
ever since associated with selfish,
designing and unieeling nature. But.
then. YOU couldn't miss the truth much
in applying such tests to the unravel-
ing of character, since the selfish, de-
signing and unfeeling are so numerous
that you could scarcely throw a stone
without inadvertently hitting one.
AT this very moment the dancer adj
vanced in half-bent posture, leading
Judge Banks by the hand. He was say
ing. as he came up:
I've only known him half day,
Judge. But he's splendid Teller, an
the best fiddler in the State, l Judge.
You see / run acrost i'm down at the
ferry way below h-vur whur stopped
to feed un git my dinner. He was
playun Luther Brooches" as drove
up. Tn Isez, sci. eli you'll wait till l
pat up. I'll dance that fur you. I'm
thurrcckly we had the porch full peo-
pie watchnn us, I'M ticklcd to death.
They wouldn't let us pay cent fur
nuthUn. Tn l taken Smith--his
names Smith. judge-into my buggy
I'm brung i'm along to Boguses. Mr..
Smith, let ME introduce you to Judge
Banks. Judge Banks. my friend MIR.
Hunter Smith, NV whur did you say,
Smith? Blame eff 1 don't furgit
now" And the naturally exuberant
Mr.. Martin laughed with such natural
and extremely comical twisting up of
the outer angles of his eyes and the
corners of his mouth. and such merry
dancing of his black eyes, that every
body laughed with him-save myself,
perhaps.
was watching the introduction of
the learned judge and the accom-
plished Mr.. Hunter Smith with vii
lagc boys vague and shadowy notion
of seeing something 10 be studied and
initiated.
Happy to make your acquaintance,
Judge Barks." said Mr.. Hunter Smith,
Aislilc dAiO ioioiuS iluuic iilu UOW III
his left hand whilst he took the judges
right hand in his own firm and muscu-
lar grasp.
Delighted to meet you. Mr.. Smith.
Are you related TO Colonel Herkimer
Smith. of Liztown' l knew him we'll
All! ali! that said the judge. frown-
ing little and totally changing his
manner as he saw the gaze of Mr.. Hun
ter Smith fastened upon dark. dim
blotch on the back of the judges hand.
THAT where got some blue ink spilled
on my hand last week. 'spose you
thought it was dirt, didn't you?"
There was such roar Of laughter
at this explanation and the following
sally. that Mr.. Hunter Smiths apol-
ogy was lost upon the crowd, and the
only thing about it that the crowd did
understand fully was the concluding
Invitation to drink at Mr.. Smiths ex-
pcnse.
After that there was more fiddling
by Dir. smith. who immortalized him.
SELF il the eyes % the crowd (every